It appeared in the night through cold water and green mist.
Although the deck was empty I knew it was manned by a roguish crew unseen,
and with sails full of air it wrecked upon unsuspecting shores.
I was not prepared for such topography-changing violence.
Wooden planks driven through soft sand;
the coastline is a pincushion and I can relate.
If only I had seen it coming.
I could have called out a warning,
braced for the impact,
or at least closed my eyes.
There was no chance for forethought
and the ghost ship crashed into my life,
you at the captain's wheel.
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